"Rabbit's clever," said Pooh thoughtfully.
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit's clever."
"And he has Brain."
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has Brain."
"I suppose," said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything."

Half of the time we're gone, and we don't know where, and we don't know here.

Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
Fear is a friend who's misunderstood
But I know the heart of life is good

What we see as death, empty space, or nothingness is only
the trough between the crests of this endlessly waving ocean. It is all part of
the illusion that there should seem to be something to be gained in the future,
and that there is an urgent necessity to go on and on until we get it. Yet just
as there is no time but the present, and no one except the all-and-everything,
there is never anything to be gained--though the zest of the game is to pretend
there is.